Sweeping Time

[natroyce]

Unfolding in time found in lost memories
All residing greet me acquaintance anew
I step outside to sweep side of my street
Dancing wind washing my face
Cherry blossoms kiss me head to toe
Closing my eyes I am greeted with innocent fragrance
Melody from ice cream truck brings me back
Little feet running and discarding wrappers
It is my turn to clean up after another
Sound of her voice to comforting atones
Music warms from inside out
I waltz with my broom
Autumn leaves gather to watch
I get lost in the colors feeling at home
My sleeve is pulled by neighborhood children
The one on the left lets me know
Their snowman needs to hold my broom till next spring

[BookBeauty]

This poem paints joyful pictures. :) Thank you for sharing.